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As she dared another glance at the kidnapper, she spotted his hand movement and felt her heartbeat quickening as he produced the very token she had just moments ago been pondering about.
Blue eyes... black hair... and the scroll. She grabbed at it, her eyes transfixed upon the words which unlocked the gate of further memories. It couldn't be... here was her name, and Altair's! It was so unbelievable, but there it was.
Altair was back.
The Altair she had adored all these years.
He looked worn, furtive, uncertain.
And he had just kidnapped her.
Staring at him at last, she remained open-mouthed for a while before sanity demanded that she do something, instead of gaping at him.
Giving in to her impulse, she burst out, half-laughing, half-crying, "Where the devil have you been?" Beating her clenched fists against his chest, she demanded. "And is this how you treat an old friend? By kidnapping her?!"
Caught up in the confusion of her emotions, she could only continue to rain blows upon him, releasing her pent-up feelings.
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